"Dust to Dust"
And now she lay dying, ready to return to the earth from
which she was created. “Dust to dust.”
The rocky ground clawed away at her cheek. Rough crags
gnawed at her bare arms. “I will feel pain no longer.”
Frigid air washed over her trembling body, the sun departing
along with it’s warming rays. “I will feel cold no longer.”
Silence pressed against her eardrums, her staggering breath
the only company. “I will be alone no longer.”
A single tear escaped her lashes. “I am ready to leave this
world. I have accomplished all that I can do. Take me.”
Sudden calmness overtook her. Her senses shut out the
physical world. Nothingness surrounded her. Weightlessness. Then a light. No
warmth yet no cold. Just calm.
The light enveloped
her. She felt no fear. More light. Calm. Joy. Awe.
“At last.”
“At last.”
Written in response to a picture prompt in my writing group. See the original picture prompt here: https://500px.com/photo/170042881/born-on-mars-by-ciro-galluccio
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